At the end of the day, it was all Emiya Kiritsugu's fault!
"That blade was over three shaku long and about four sun wide. Its shape was that of a typical Western sword." Kojiro took the opportunity to figure out Artoria's sword.
"Sorry, Assassin—your efforts were wasted—"
Light erupted from the holy sword.
The entire approach to the temple was blasted apart by that force, turning into ruins.
[Didn't they say Ryudoji Temple's floor couldn't be damaged?]
[Because this is the approach.]
[Bad news: the approach is broken.]
[Good news: the battlefield has expanded.]
[Bad news: that benefits Herc more.]
[Good news: Saber no longer has to fight uphill.]
The radiance of the holy sword and the pressure of magical energy directly suppressed everything around them.
Even Heracles was drawn to the sword's light.
"That sword?!"
The moment Medea saw it, her eyes lit up.
"There's no mistake—the wielder of the holy sword—masaka!"
King Arthur!
It was a little strange for King Arthur to be a woman, but King Arthur being a woman was simply wonderful.
Once she began unleashing magical energy as though it cost nothing, the battle immediately underwent a dramatic shift.
"Hmm—!"
Kojiro was immediately suppressed.
Even Heracles was forced back again and again beneath the swings of that heavy sword.
"As expected of Saber, as expected of King Arthur..."
Medea thought this was wonderful.
Such power, such majesty—this was exactly what she wanted.
And Medea had a way to seize that contract.
Her Noble Phantasm could accomplish it.
It was just that the current situation was somewhat delicate.
"Just who is that Master over there?"
There was something wrong with that Master.
And it was a serious problem.
After using magecraft, the other person's magical energy did not seem to diminish in the slightest. Instead, it